I’m not gonna lie. If there’s one thing I love hearing more than anything else, it’s that I’m a good mom. I work hard at it - harder than anything else I do in this life. And the recognition feels good.
But you know what purpose that recognition primarily serves? Inflating my ego.
When I first became a mom, I thought it was an identity. Until I realized I had lost my own, and my complete worth and value (or lack thereof) became hinged upon my success as a parent. It was stressful, especially after I came to understand that “train up a child” is a proverb, not necessarily a promise. I realized that there are no guarantees, even for the very best of parents.